Thomson(i) 9 "What is thy dear brother more than another brother, O fairest of women? What is thy dear brother more than another brother, that thou hast thus adjured us?" 10 My dear brother is white and ruddy, he is the chiefest among tens of thousands. 11 His head is gold of Kephas; his flowing locks black as a raven. 12 His eyes are like doves by streams of water; milk white doves sitting by streams. 13 His cheeks are like beds of spices emitting perfumes; his lips are lillies distilling myrrh plenteously. 14 His hands are of gold, finely turned, beset with chrysolites: his body, an ivory cabinet on a sapphire stone: 15 his legs, pillars of marble fixed on pedestals of gold: his countenance like Libanus, majestic as the cedars: 16 his mouth is sweetness itself. He is altogether lovely. Such is my dear brother, and such my love, daughters of Jerusalem.